The whole room is European style, even the carpet is covered with milky white fluff. After taking off the shoes, it is soft and soft. There are a few landscape paintings with indifferent colors hanging around it, and white silk curtains...

The atmosphere in the room was set off in a very peaceful manner.

Chen An really has a set of designs and furnishings. This kind of design and decoration really makes people feel comfortable to watch.

In the center of the room, there is a large round bed, soft touch and white sheets.

Mo Nanjue walked forward slowly. He walked lightly. After walking to the edge of the bed, he stood still. The man put his hands in his pockets, his eyes narrowed, and he looked down at the person on the bed.

The woman's slender body was half curled up, showing a self-protection posture. The huge sheet made her weaker and she was still sleeping in a drowsy state. Whenever her nerves were too tense and she suddenly relaxed, she would become extremely tired.

Her breathing was shallow, and she looked like a sleeping princess. If it weren't for the slightly beating pulse in her neck, it would almost make people wonder if she could still wake up.

The man narrowed his eyes and glanced across every part of her body without missing a glance. He bent down, supported the edge of the bed with one hand and sat down.

One side of the bed suddenly sank. Tong Ran seemed to feel something. She frowned slightly and her shoulders under the bed were arched, but she did not wake up.

Mo Nanjue's thin lips were pursed tightly, and he stared at her pale little face. It was hard for him to imagine how painful the expression on her face would be when he reached the peak of his poison and pressed on her to vent his anger?

After experiencing it once, she was useless... the second time, she was willing to use the equivalent of torture to relieve poisonous fire on him.

What did he do to her last night at the shore?

How did she survive...

...

"I didn't think much, I just hope you are fine..."

"I love you……"

"Mo Nanjue! Let me go! You pervert!"

...

The man's narrowed eyes became deeper and deeper, and the movement and pity in his eyes were unbearable. He stretched out his hands and gently pulled Tong Ran's shoulders. The woman nodded, and he used a little force to put her half-curled body into a lie flat position.

The room had a constant temperature air conditioner for 24 hours. Mo Nanjue got up and turned up the temperature a little, then pulled up the curtains.

He turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed. After lying flat, he seemed to have a lot of breathing. Tong Ran's hands were hanging beside him and he slept peacefully.

"Tong Ran." The man choked in his throat and suddenly called out softly.

He knew that she couldn't hear it now.

It was precisely because she couldn't hear that Mo Nanjue dared to continue speaking. He had never expressed his feelings like this in front of her. He had always been a person who disdained to explain, and it was even more impossible to prove himself for anyone. But this time, he was really afraid, "Does it hurt?"

The man held her shoulders with both hands. She was really thin. With a little force, his palms were hurt a little. Mo Nanjue bent down, leaned his thin lips close to the corner of her mouth and opened his voice, "Tong Ran."

The magnetic voice was extremely gentle. Tong Ranyu's eyebrows were slightly frowning in his sleep. The small movements were captured. The tip of Mo Nanjue's tongue gently pressed against the corner of her mouth. The soft touch made the man's heart itch slightly. He lowered his head and kissed her lips directly.
Chapter completed!